Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2011 23:06:24 -0800
From: B.E. Kelley
Subject: Snow Day 1
This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention.
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This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage
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Snow Day
One thing they should warn you about, before moving to New Hampshire, is
the snow. For someone who grew up in Southern California, like me, New
England winters are a bit of a shock. My name's Rory Shaunesy, I'm 14 and
I've been living in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire, for about 6 months. This is
my father's hometown but he hasn't lived here since he left for the Naval
Academy, when he was 18.
I was lucky, most military families move, a lot, but I'd grown up in San
Diego and lived in the same house until coming here. Last summer, my dad
got a big promotion and was named captain of the USS Shiloh. That's a
guided missile cruiser, one of those ships you see on the news, firing
cruise missiles into Iraq or Afghanistan. I was really proud of my dad,
I've always idolized him and I'm planning to follow in his footsteps.
Having grown up around ships, I'd probably be a great asset for a spy; I
could tell you anything you wanted to know about a lot of things the Navy
would rather keep secret. As excited as I was for my dad, there was a
problem, the Shiloh's home port is in Yokosuka, Japan.
Unlike so many of my friends, I've never had to move before and I wasn't
ready to now, especially to a foreign country. I've always known that this
could happen, in fact, we almost moved to Virginia, when I was 9, but I
guess I'd been spoiled by the fact that it hadn't happened yet. The
situation was further complicated by my desire to attend the U.S. Naval
Academy, like my father had. In order to get into the Academy, you have to
be nominated by your Congressman, Senator or the President of the United
States, that wasn't going to happen if I spent my teens in Japan. My
parents discussed the problem with my Uncle Derek and a compromise was
reached.
My Uncle Derek is the headmaster of Brewster Academy; it's this fancy
boarding school on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee. I've visited a number
of times, always in the summer, and really enjoy spending time with my
uncle's family. Uncle Derek offered to take me in, while my parents were
stationed in overseas. I'd be able to attend his school and since it's one
of the top prep schools in the country, it should really boost my chances
of getting into the Naval Academy.
I have to admit that I'm really happy to be here. Uncle Derek, Aunt Leslie
and the twins, Sean and Patrick, have done everything to make me feel at
home, still, it's not exactly perfect. I'm used to my dad being gone, he's
been out at sea for probably half my life, but I'm very close to mom and
being apart has been an adjustment. Another big adjustment has been the
weather. Fall was great; I loved all the changing leaves and the smell of
apple cider in the air, than winter hit.
I'd never known cold like this in my life. In San Diego, we think it's
cold when the temperature drops into the 60's. I visited my parents, in
Japan, for Christmas break and when I landed in Boston, when I got back, I
was surprised the plane had gotten clearance. Then there was the drive
back to Wolfeboro, it had only taken two hours when I'd arrived in the
fall, this trip? Five hours! School started a few days ago but that's been
complicated by the weather too. We got hit by what they call a
"nor'easter," which is New England speak for BIG ASS STORM!
Because my uncle is the headmaster, we live on the Brewster campus, like
the boarding students. I was walking home from my last class yesterday
afternoon and the snow was falling so hard that I could hardly see my hand
in front of my face. Aunt Leslie was in Boston, attending a medical
conference at Mass General, and was supposed to be home last night. She
called to let us know that she would be staying an extra two days just
because it would be suicide to try driving back. All of the local schools
were closed and Uncle Derek even canceled classes at the Academy because
the storm had knocked out the power in the main academic building.
"You're on your own today boys," said Uncle Derek, at breakfast. "I'll be
at my office most of the day."
"But you canceled classes," Sean objected.
"I know but the storm has caused a lot of problems and I'll be spending the
day on the phone with the board of trustees and parents. They're going to
want to be reassured that all the repairs are taking place and that all of
the students are ok," he replied.
"What are we supposed to do all day?" asked Patrick.
"I'm sure you'll find something," smiled Uncle Derek.
"I'm going back to bed," I stated.
Fortunately I hadn't gotten dressed yet. Since Aunt Leslie had called the
night before, I felt comfortable going down to breakfast in my t-shirt and
boxerbriefs, our furnace was working just fine. When I finished my Raisin
Bran, I walked back up to my room, pulled back the blankets and was just
about to nod off when Uncle Derek knocked on the door.
"Hey Rory, got a minute?" he asked.
"Sure, what's up," I asked as I sat up.
"This is your first nor'easter, I just wanted to see how you're doing?" he
stated.
"I'm fine, just glad I'm not out there," I gestured to my window.
"Thanks, I've got to walk across campus to get to my office," he joked.
"Listen; can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what's up?" I inquired.
"Just keep an eye on the boy's," said Uncle Derek, "they'll probably go out
in the snow with their friends but if you don't see them around lunch time,
would you look for them?"
"Yeah no problem," I agreed.
"Atta boy, don't sleep all day," smiled Uncle Derek.
"But it's so warm in here," I whined.
"Rory..." he began.
"I won't, I know I've got some reading to do," I admitted. I did have a
report due on "Wuthering Heights," for my honors English class.
When Uncle Derek left, I rolled over, pulled the blankets over my head and
went back into hibernation mood. Before falling asleep, my thoughts
drifted to my cute cousins, I adjusted my boner, then drifted off to
dreamland. There's never been any question in my mind; I've always known
I'm gay. Thank god they did away with don't ask, don't tell, or my future
naval career would have been, difficult, to say the least. The twins are a
wet dream come true, they're 12, identical down to the last freckle;
they've got short red hair, bright green eyes and firm, athletic little
bodies. They aren't shy either, they're always walking around in just
their briefs and just the other day, Patrick dropped his towel when he came
out of the bathroom, shook his cute little ass at me, then ran off to his
room.
When I woke up later, I looked over at my nightstand and since it was
10:30, I figured I should get up. I still didn't bother getting dressed, I
think Uncle Derek must have turned up the thermostat before he left because
it was warm bordering on hot. I grabbed my book from my bag and headed down
to the living room. Though I'm fully capable of bullshitting my way
through this report, I liked the story and thought I'd finish it before
writing my paper. I found an interesting sight when I walked into the
living room.
The twins where there, along with a couple of their friends. They were
snuggled under a blanket, sound asleep. Patrick was on the end, spooned
behind Teddy who was facing Sean. Brice was on the other end, back to back
with Sean. Teddy's mom is a teacher and he lives across the street from
us, Brice's family isn't affiliated with the academy but he lives a block
from campus so many of his friends are Brewster Brats. Teddy and Brice are
almost as cute as the twins and the sight of the four of them, snuggled up
like newborn puppies was, in a word, adorable. I would have turned on the
TV, I like to multitask while I read, but I left it off so as not to wake
the boys.
Twenty minutes into my reading, I was interrupted, when Patrick stirred.
He rolled onto his side and the blanket slipped off half of his body. I
was surprised that he was only wearing a t shirt with his socks and undies
and curious as to whether or not the other boys were similarly attired.
The t-shirt he had on was a simple white undershirt; he wore grey briefs
with white trim that looked to be from American Apparel and heavy grey
socks with a red heal and toe.
I put my book down and looked at my cute little cousin. He and his brother
look a lot like me, in fact, if I was 2 years younger we might pass for
triplets. I have the same red hair and green eyes but at 5'9"and 125
pounds, I'm a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. The weird part
is that none of our parents have red hair or green eyes. My dad figures
that the twins and I got our red hair and green eyes from our grandpa, who
passed away before I was born.
While I was appreciating Patrick's body, I noticed that he had a boner.
I'm not going to exaggerate and tell you that my 12 year old cousin had
some huge cock poking out, but his briefs were tenting and he looked
reasonably hung for a 7th grader. My hand found its way to my crotch and I
started to rub my package. Before long, I was fully hard and slipped my
hand into my boxerbriefs so that I could stroke my shaft. I'm not an
exhibitionist, but the boys seemed to be sound asleep and there was little
danger that I'd be caught.
I was sitting back, eyes closed, hand furiously stroking my dick, thinking
of all the naughty things I'd do to Patrick if I had the chance. I was
blissfully ignorant to anything going on outside the boundaries of my mind,
when I heard a muffled giggle. My eyes snapped open and I jerked my hand
out of my undies. When I caught my breath, I looked over and saw Patrick,
sitting up and snickering at me.
"I thought you were asleep," I blushed.
"I was, what were you doing?" Patrick giggled again.
"Beating off," I replied. Fuck it, I figured I was caught red handed, so
to speak, I might as well be honest about it. Patrick looked a little
confused by my terminology.
"You know, jerking off?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah I've heard of that," said Patrick, "But why were you doing it?"
"Cause, it feels good, duh," I replied sarcastically.
"That's it?" he asked curiously.
"Well it's that or walk around with a boner all day," I stated.
"I've got a boner," Patrick giggled again.
"I know, what do you think gave me mine?" I smirked.
"I gave you a boner?" he asked.
"Yeah," I blushed.
"Why?" asked Patrick.
"Dude, you're a big boy, you know what gay is right?" I asked.
"Guys who like guys, right? Oh..." said Patrick, as it dawned on him.
"So you like guys" asked Patrick.
"Got a problem with it?" I responded.
"No, that's pretty cool," said Patrick. "So you just do it when you get a
boner?"
I was a little surprised by Patrick's naivety on the subject of the self
fulfillment of sexual urges. When I was 12, I was using my body like it
was my own personal amusement park and had been since I was 11.
"You've never jerked off before?" I asked incredulously.
He shook his head, no. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought, but you do
dumb things when you're dicks hard.
"Come here," I instructed.
Patrick rose to his feet and walked the few steps to the couch, where he
stood in front of me, his proud little boner pointing the way. I reached
out and gently felt his balls through his undies and was rewarded with a
soft giggle. I moved up and rubbed the head of his boner with the palm of
my hand and ran my fingers along the shaft. I judged his stiffy to be
about 4 inches, a nice size for a boy his age, after all, my own little
friend was only 6. Patrick continued to get harder and I felt his dick
twitch in his briefs, followed by another giggle.
"Feels good huh?" I asked.
He nodded an enthusiastic yes.
"Come sit on my lap," I said next.
Patrick got on my lap and when he was comfortable I slipped my hand into
his briefs, gave his balls a quick squeeze then began to stroke his cock.
"Mmmm," murmured Patrick, after a few moments of my stroking.
"Like that?" I asked.
"Yeah," Patrick whispered.
I continued to stroke him and with my free hand I reached under his t-shirt
and rubbed his tummy then moved upwards to play with his nipples. I
pinched and twisted the tender little nubs, gently, and Patrick continued
to coo.
"Hey, what are you doing to Patrick?" asked Teddy.
I looked over and saw Teddy sitting up, like Patrick had been before I
brought him to my lap. Patrick flushed with embarrassment and moved to get
up but I held him in place. Once he realized that I wasn't letting him up,
he settled down and I resumed my stroking. He spread his legs and
continued to enjoy my intimate touch.
"Jerking him off," I answered Teddy, matter-o-factly.
"Oh," said Teddy, knowingly.
"Does it feel good?" he asked Patrick.
"Uh-huh," Patrick smiled.
Teddy leaned over and shook Sean and Brice.
"What?" groaned Sean as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Look what Rory's doing to Patrick," Teddy whispered, excitedly.
All three boys sat up and watched what I was doing to their compatriot,
with interest. The blanket was gone now and I noticed they all had their
pants off.
"Where are all of your clothes?" I asked.
"We had a snowball fight. Our clothes were all wet so we put them in the
dryer," said Sean, his eyes never leaving his brothers crotch.
"What's it like?" asked Teddy.
"It feels really good," smiled Patrick.
"You've never done it before?" asked Brice.
"I have," said Teddy, "Just you know, never had anyone else do it."
I looked at Teddy, both he and Brice are really cute. Teddy looks a lot
like Frankie Muniz from the early days of the Malcolm in the Middle show,
short, sandy-brown hair, big blue eyes, and a skinny little body.
"Come here Teddy," I instructed.
Teddy got up and stood in front of me, much like Patrick had only a few
minutes before. He wore white Jockey briefs with his white t-shirt and
white athletic socks. I reached out and stroked his balls then his cock,
like I had Patrick's, gently and through his underpants.
"Is that ok Teddy?" I asked.
Like Patrick, he nodded quietly in the affirmative.
"Here, come sit on my other knee, like Patrick," I instructed.
Teddy plopped down, eagerly on my lap and looked at me with an expectant
smile. I put my hand in his underwear and started to masturbate him like
Patrick. This was like one of my jerk off dreams come true, I had two cute
boys on my lap, that I was happily stroking and as I looked at Sean and
Brice, both had their hands in their undies. It didn't take long before I
felt soft shudders coming from Patrick.
"Rory, I think I'm gonna pee," squeaked Patrick.
"No you're not, trust me, just let it happen," I replied, sagely.
"Ok," Patrick whispered.
I continued stroking my little cousin and his friend, enjoying the gentle
murmurs and moans. Patrick was on the verge of his first orgasm and when
it struck, he let out a cute little squeak.
"You ok buddy?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah that was awesome," said Patrick.
"What was it like?" asked Sean.
"I can't explain it, it just felt so good," said Patrick. "Thanks Rory."
"My pleasure, come here," I smiled.
Patrick turned to face me and I gave him a hug to celebrate his first dry
cum, then he sat quietly on his knees. I continued to jerk on Teddy's 3
incher while Sean and Brice sped up the work on their own cocks. Almost
simultaneously, they neared the point of no return.
"I think I feel that feeling too," said Sean, "like I gotta pee."
"Yeah," said Brice.
"Yeah, me too," chirped Teddy.
And then, as if on cue, all three of them grunted out their dry orgasms.
"Wow," shrieked Sean.
"Holy crap," Teddy exclaimed.
"That felt so kick ass," said Brice.
Teddy smiled at me and I gave him a celebratory hug like I'd given Patrick.
He then took his place on the floor with the other boys.
"That was so cool," said Teddy.
"Yeah Rory, where did you learn about that?" asked Brice.
"Every guy figures it out eventually," I smiled, "I'm surprised it's taken
you guys this long."
"So you all had fun?" I asked
"Yeah! Awesome! So cool!" they exclaimed.
I was still hard and I wanted to see how much further things would go if I
played my cards right.
"There's other stuff you can do that feels even better, but you need
another guy to do it," I offered.
"Like what?" they asked excitedly.
"You guy's heard of a blow job?" I inquired.
Slow nodding, yes.
"I've heard of it," said Brice, "but what do you do?"
"Well it's kind of like jerking off but you use your mouth instead of your
hand," I explained.
I selected my other cousin to be the first for this new experience.
"Come here, Sean," I invited.
Sean stood in front of me, an eager smile on his face. He was dressed like
his brother only his briefs were blue. I think he was a little surprised
when I dropped to me knees in front of him and tugged his briefs down to
his ankles.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Sean giggled, as he moved his hands to cover his
boner.
"You'll see," I replied, and pulled his hands gently away.
I took the head of his cock in my mouth and licked the little head with the
tip of my tongue. He started to pull back at first, out of nervousness,
but I held on to his butt, keeping him in place. I wrapped my lips tightly
around the spongy pink head then started to bob on the shaft. Like his
brother, Sean let out cute little squeaks and moans. It must be instinct
but his hands found the back of my head and held on tight while I sucked
him. The other boys were curious as to what was happening to their friend,
so they formed a semi-circle around me, standing shoulder to shoulder with
Sean.
I worked on Sean a little longer then reached for the nearest body. I
tugged Brice's briefs down and swallowed him to the hilt. After a few
moments I moved on to Patrick and then Teddy. Once I'd sucked on each of
the boys, introducing them to the wonders of their first blow job, I paired
them up.
"Ok, now you guys are going to suck on each other," I stated. "I
positioned them in 69 positions then sat back to watch the action.
Watching my two red headed cousins trading bj's with their buddies was HOT.
I pulled my underwear down and started jerking my cock while I watched the
action. Having just cum a few moments before, the boys didn't last long
and I was still pounding my dick when they had their next round of dry
orgasms. When they were finished, they sat in a semi-circle and watched
me.
I was turned on having them watch me and smiled when their eyes grew large
when I started to shoot my cum.
"Whoa, what was that?" asked Patrick.
"That's called sperm," I answered. "When you've been jacking off for a
while, you'll start squirting it when you cum."
"Oh, cool," said Teddy.
"You guy's wanna taste it?" I asked.
"Gross, you put it in your mouth?" asked Sean.
"Yeah, it tastes good, see?" I asked as I scooped some onto my finger and
licked it off.
"I'll try it," said Patrick, always the adventurous one.
"It's not bad," said Patrick as he licked my finger.
"Anyone else wanna try?" I offered.
"Yeah, me," said Brice.
I put my finger in Brice's mouth and to my surprise he sucked on it for a
moment.
"Cool, that was pretty good," smiled Brice.
Sean and Teddy grow bolder and also gave it a try. The boys sat there,
discussing the degree of deliciousness my cum rated, when the buzzer on the
dryer went off.
"Clothes are done," said Sean.
"Yeah, I guess we should get dressed," said Brice.
"Yeah, my mom wanted me to come home for lunch," added Teddy.
Sean went to the laundry room and gathered up the clothes then brought them
back to the living room. I watched the boys get dressed and stand around
nervously. I sensed that they were feeling a little anxious about what
they'd just done. I doubt that they expected their snowball fight to end
with one of their buddy's dicks in their mouths.
"Hey guys, come sit down for a moment," I asked.
The boys took a seat on the couch and I sought to reassure them.
"Look, what we did this afternoon, you guys know that it has to stay
between just the five of us, right?" I began.
"Yeah," said Sean, for the group.
"We didn't do anything wrong, lots of guys do it, it's just something
between friends," I stated.
"Are we gay now?" asked Teddy, innocently.
"Nah buddy, you're not gay," I assured him.
"But we sucked on each other's dicks," said Patrick.
"Did it feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah," they all nodded enthusiastically.
"Well, doing something that feels good doesn't make you gay, I'm sure it
will feel just as good when a girl does it to you," I explained.
That seemed to calm their fears.
"Can we maybe do it again sometime?" Brice asked.
"Sure, if you want," I answered.
"Cool," smiled Brice.
Teddy and Brice headed home after that. Sean, Patrick and I, had lunch
then played video games for the rest of the day. It was after 5:00 when
Uncle Derek came home and asked us what we did all day. I just shrugged my
shoulders when the boys giggled at the question and Uncle Derek looked at
me for an answer. I pulled the boys aside, after dinner, while Uncle Derek
was washing the dishes.
"Hey you guys need to quit it with the giggling or your dad's going to know
we were up to something while he was at work," I admonished.
"We're sorry," said Sean, "We just had a really good time, can we do it
again?"
"I said sure, didn't I?" I asked.
"He means, like, tonight," said Patrick.
"Tell you what, if they announce that school is still going to be closed
tomorrow, come to my room after your dad goes to bed and we'll mess around
a little," I offered.
"Cool," the twins exclaimed.
"What's cool?" asked Uncle Derek.
"Nothing," the twins said in unison, before walking away in a fit of
giggles.
"I don't know what's gotten into them today," said Uncle Derek.
I simply shrugged my shoulders and followed Uncle Derek to the living room.
The twins lay in front of the TV, watching the local weather report.
"Since when do you guys watch the news?" asked Uncle Derek.
It was my turn to giggle as I grabbed my book from the coffee table and
headed up to my room. I had to finish my reading, after all, I expected
company in a few hours.